The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1887-04-10

would forget the Emperor of Ger
many or the Queen of Sheba, if a
game were on the tapis. He plays to
win. Grever plays for fun, but he
likes to win sometimes, just like the
National Baseball Club. Garland
never lets him win a game nor a
shekel. Grover has tired of being
gored. He has determined to win a few
games for himself. He has selected
the genial Villas, Postmaster Gen
eral, as his playfellow. They do say
that out West Col. Villas could play
as good game of poker as any man
in the woods; but here it is different.
He is wiser than Garland. He re-
Allies that the big fellow before him
is the autocrat of the veto, and he
humors him. The knowing ones
allege that Villas has never won
single game, except as a sort of
evener before parting. That is,
Grover will win all the games and
all of the bets until nearly time TO
quit, aud then Villas makes q big
bluff, gets nearly all of his cash
back, but quits leaving the President
ahead. The great man don't want
the earth. and if he is only few
cents ahead he is as much pleased as
though he was a few hundred dollars
winner. What he wants is to win
and be champion. Villas knows it,
and lets him get there.
The colored nursemaid is out of
style. She has been holy terror to
all little Washingtonians ever since
Abraham Lincoln made free race
which was incapable of attaining
that boon for itself. 1t is said that
there was time when colored girls
were splendid nurses for little white
masters and mistresses. But that
time has gone slimmering. There is
nothing left of it but "reminiscences.
The old colored nanny" was a
treasure. She loved her little alabas-
ter charges and never forsook them
for a moment. The young slave girl
nurses were proud of their calling.
They were house servants and were
be ter dressed and housed than the
field hands of their own sex. They
became the "mammies" of whom
Southern history speaks in such
terms of actual endearment. They
we're treasures little appreciated, but
nOw lamented. A lady who was
born in Virginia and who came to
Washington in her conjugal life says:
II would give the world for little
Nora again. OF course she would be
a big and fat old nanny now, for
she was my nurse when | was learn
ing to talk. Nobody burst touch
me when she was with me.
Even fly would risk its pre-
cious life if it dared to light
on me. But now | have to send my
children to the parks with these
modern huzzies, and the good Lord
only knows how they are treated, A
neighbor came to me few weeks
ago and told me that she had seen
the nurse girl piuching my little
Clara s ears because she cried. Fancy
a slave doing such a thing. Of course
l don't want to put these people back
into slavery again, but i do wish
there was some way to compel them
to do right, as there used to be. My
only remedy for cruelty and unfaith-
fulness now is to discharge the girl
and scold her, aud then may be hire
one that is worse. L tell you when
we had slaves we were fortunate and
didn't know it. They were COM
pletely under subsection" The fact
is, the colored girls in this city are
untrustworthy as nurses and their
calling is practically gone.
The editor of local paper here
has so far forgotten the amenities of
his profession as to enter into an ar
gument with lady on the subject of
tight lacing." The lady publishes
her opinions and proves that tight
lacing makes women fat, wise, healthy,
and fit to become mothers of Presi-
dents aud Congressman. The editor
retorts with annihilatory arguments,
proving that women whe indulge in
tight lacipg are incapable of doing
right. They are having a
hot time Of it, and cui bono? The
paper is still printed on the same
kind OF material, and the lady has
taken another reef in her corset.
That editor was early taught that
when a woman will she will, and all
that sort O. thing, and yet he under
takes to argue upon a subject Of
which he is wholly ignorant. He has
never been married, don't know a
corset by sight, and has no more idea
of what wOman's health consists of |
than the man in the moon. AS long
as ice cream is we'll made and there
are plenty of opera tickets in the air,
women can lace as tight as a brick,
and be wellland hearty and able to
manage all such men as the editor
who tries to argue such a question.
Even Mrs. Jenness Miller, who has
seen more of women than regiment